I seen the bright lights of Memphis And the Commodore Hotel And underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle She took me to the river It was there she cast her spell And in that Southern moonlight She sang her song so well If you'll be my Dixie Chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb And we can walk together Down in Dixie-Land Down in Dixie-Land Well, we made all the hot-spots My money flowed like wine Then that low-down Southern whiskey Began to fog my mind And I don't remember chuch-bells Or the house on the edge of twon With the white picket fence and boardwalk Or the money I put down But boy, do I remember The strain of her refrain And the nights we spent together And the promise that we made It's been a year she ran away I guess that guitar player sure could play He was always handy with a song I guess she liked to sing along Cause leter on in the lobby Of the Commodore Hotel I chanced to meet a bartender Who said he knew her well And as he handed me a drink He began to hum a song And all the boys down at the bar Began to sing along